The fact (of the truth of which any who will be at the pains of enquiring, may soon be satisfied) is this. On _Tuesday, March 25th_ last, being the week before _Easter_, many persons heard a great noise near a ridge of mountains called _Black Hamilton_ in _Yorkshire_. It was observed chiefly on the south west side of the mountain, about a mile from the course where the _Hamilton_ races are run, near a ledge of rocks, commonly called _♦Whitson Cliffs_, two miles from _Sutton_, and about five from _Thirsk_. The same noise was heard on _Wednesday_ by all who went that way. On _Thursday_, about seven in the morning, _Edward Abbot_, weaver, and _Adam Bosomworth_, bleacher, both of _Sutton_, riding under _♦Whitson Cliffs_, heard a _roaring_ (so they termed it) like many cannons, or loud and rolling thunder. It seemed to come from the cliffs: looking up to which, they saw a large body of stone, four or five yards broad, split and fly off from the very top of the rock. They thought it strange, but rode on. Between ten and eleven, a larger piece of the rock, about fifteen yards thick, thirty high, and between sixty and seventy broad, was torn off and thrown into the valley. About seven in the evening, one who was riding by, observed the ground to shake exceedingly, and soon after several large stones or rocks of some tons weight each, rose out of the ground. Others were thrown on one side, others turned upside down, and many rolled over and over. Being a little surprized, and not very curious, he hasted on his way. On _Friday_ and _Saturday_ the ground continued to shake, and the rocks to roll over one another. The earth also clave asunder in very many places, and continued so to do till _Sunday_ morning. Being at _Osmotherly_, seven miles from the cliffs, on _Monday, June 1_, and finding _Edward Abbot_ there, I desired him the next morning to shew me the way thither. I walked, crept and climbed round and over great part of the ruins. I could not perceive by any sign, that there was ever any cavity in the rock at all; but one part of the solid stone is cleft from the rest, in a perpendicular line, and as smooth as if cut with instruments. Nor is it barely thrown down, but split into many hundred pieces, some of which lie four or five hundred yards from the main rock.